Novel & Cerita Flint Lockwood Dad

The shameless arrogance from before vanished in an instant. He suddenly rushed forward, trying to grab my hand, but Gwendolyn stepped in calmly and blocked him. "Oh my, Luther! Look at this mess!" Dad's face split into an oily grin, expression shifting as fast as lightning. "So this is my daughter-in-law! I'm Luther's father. This whole thing has been a big misunderstanding. We're family now! And family doesn't hold grudges, am I right? Felix is your brother-in-law. You weren't serious about firing him, were you? How could a family ever fire one of their own?"

"Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records." I only bothered sending this message to ensure that I had evidence to back myself up. Besides, the hospital had completed its end of the paperwork for Dad's death certificate. Weren't their systems connected internally? How could they claim we owed them money when he was already dead? That made no sense at all.

We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one. Although the breakup was painful, we had always remained on good terms. I knew we weren't meant for one another after that faithful night at my party. I shook my head to try and rid myself of the embarrassing memories. "Why is your grandfather mad at your dad?" I asked casually. "Haven't you seen the news? He totaled one of the cars with two hookers in it. The problem was the press caught wind of what they were doing to him in that car!" My eyes widened, apparently, Mr. Grimes really hadn't changed much.

I stared at the numbers again, my heart pounding harder with every second. What would he choose? Probably something practical, something only he would think of. He’s always been a lone wolf. Trust no one. He was a survivor. That’s how it’s been since he- My breath caught. The night his father died. My fingers moved before I could overthink it and I entered the date. The keypad blinked once, for a moment nothing happened. Then… Click. The heavy metal lock disengaged with a dull mechanical sound. I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

I prattle, everything he said washing over me. This man here now has full ownership of my heart, and I promise never to break his heart as his ex-wife did. He's brutal but a lover regardless. Just knowing he's opened up to me now warms my heart. I love him— my ex-boyfriend's dad. “I'm happy Liam broke up with me,” I say, looking back at him. “If it didn't happen, I wouldn't have known true love. I wouldn't have known what vulnerability is.” He beams, nodding his head. “My son has made many mistakes, but leaving you is the best mistake he's made that I love. What does that tell you, little flame?” He asks smugly.

With that, I ignored Garrett's desperate screams and slammed the bulletproof windows shut before drawing the curtains. Back inside, I was immediately wrapped in the warm air. Mom and Dad sat on the couch, still pale from what they'd just seen and heard happening outside the window. "Flint…" Dad hesitantly called out. I walked over and poured him a cup of warm tea. "Are you feeling soft again, Dad?" Dad was silent for a long time before he shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. "No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now."

" My dad scowled, pressing the tip of his rifle onto my forehead. A sly smirk pulled on my lips, seeing how pathetic my dad was. Pretending to be unaware of my affair with Lucas. To tell you a secret, my dad has caught me countless times having sex with Lucas yet he turns blind eyes. " Dad enough. I don't know what you mean by fucking around with men but I was literally caught up in gun firing. Some gangsters attacked Brother Theodore's men in the clubhouse," I replied, sliding my dad's rifle away from my forehead.

The city noise hit him first — honking cars, a siren somewhere — but it sounded far away, like background to the single thought hammering at his skull. He got into his car, sat there, hands on the wheel, eyes on nothing. The name on the paper pulsed in his mind, ugly and wrong, but it fit. Too well. He pulled out his phone — a burner, not traceable — and dialed Lily’s number. It rang twice before she picked up, breathless. “Dad?” “Lock the doors,” Damian said, his voice like stone breaking. “Do not open them for anyone. I’m coming back.”

I asked skeptically. I just couldn’t trust either of them anymore. “Being the manager to Chase Maddox,” my dad answered. “What about it?” I asked. I was supposed to be saying why I came, but that could wait as I was really curious to hear what they wanted to talk to me about regarding my job, which they didn’t have any business with anyway. “We have some plans,” my dad said. My brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “You see, Chase Maddox is not just the best hockey player this city has, but he is filthy rich,” my dad started.

Seeing her choose him over me made me so mad, words can’t even begin to describe it. It was my fault. I put her in the hospital. I chose Lexi over her too. But I never thought she would move on so quickly or that she would be so eager to throw me out. “Where is he? Where the hell is that stupid son of mine?” Dad’s voice boomed all over the station, dragging me out of my own head. “He is in there, Mr. Chadwick. Don’t worry, he’s safe. There was no major damage!” “I swear to God, that boy will be my end!” Dad said. He was always so dramatic.